Page 23 of Stealing Jia

Loki stood up. “She was your daughter.”

“Not by blood.”

Disgust and fury burning in his eyes, Ivan spit in his face, “Quod mox ut nondum gradatim. I renounce you again.”

“As do I,”Loki growled.

An evil smile curved Halvor’s mouth. “Vengeance will be mine. You will all die horribly.”

I quickly scanned the room. Six rather large goons were creeping up behind us and they had brought their Rodan buddies with them. “We’ve got company.” I flashed them an image of Halvor’s friends.

A muscle ticked in Loki’s jaw. “Prepare to die, father.”

Everyone in the bar fled, leaving Loki, Ivan and me facing off with Halvor the Betrayer and his chums.

Halvor laughed. “You are surrounded. Get on your knees and beg for your lives. Now!”

My temper flared to life. “Shut the hell up.” I stunned him.

The father of the year crashed to the floor as his arms and legs spasmed violently.

“Duck,” Ivan commanded.

I hit the floor.An instant later a knife whizzed by and impaled a support beam. “I thought the idiots wanted me alive?”

“Dingle won’t care what kind of shape you are in. If you die, they can sell your flesh for a hundred thousand credits,”Ivan replied.

Cazzo!I rolled under the table and flipped my pistol from stun to laser mode.

Dropping down on his knees, the Yagga reached for me. “Mine.”

“Not in this lifetime or the next.” I shot him and watched as he disintegrated into a million fireflies. I might not be good with a sword, but they didn’t call me Deadeye for nothing.

A naked Yagga crawled towards me with a laser pistol in one hand. His three hairy penises dangled between his legs. “C’mer me pretty. You smell like a virgin.”

I kicked the pistol out of his hand. “Sic’em Pepe.”

In the blink of an eye,Pepe had latched onto his penises. Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.

The Yagga shrieked blue bloody murder as he tried to pull Pepe off his man parts.

Grrr. Grrr. Grrr. Chomp.

The Yagga let out a high-pitched squeal.

“You’re such a good…” A Rodan seized my cloak and dragged me out from under the table. “Hey! Let go! Having trouble… Breathing here.”I fumbled with the clasp.

Loki beheaded the Rodan.

Hot yellowish blood splattered my face. Ugh. That was just nasty. I wiped the icky stuff off.

A Yagga charged me like a rutting bull. I danced out of the way and threw my cloak over his head. “No, means no.” As he struggled to free himself, I snatched a bottle off the table and whacked him with it. A jubilant smile curved my mouth when he crumpled to the floor.

Loki dodged a flying table. “Jia! Stay behind me.”A chair whooshed by his head.

Not a good idea. Too many flying objects. I backed away.

A savage joy on his face, Ivan hacked his way through the remaining Rodan warriors.

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